Twixel

Twixel was quietly surviving in his Minecraft world. It was getting dark, and he hadn't yet found a village or built a house, so he dug himself a small dugout in the mountain. Since he had no bed to sleep in and no wool, he went in search of sheep, but instead, he found something more interesting. He saw a group of endermen lisping at one of them, but... this enderman was different. He was shorter, had green eyes and hair, and generally looked human. This half-enderman jumped back in fear, sometimes hissing in response. Twixel watched from behind a tree, trying not to look at their faces so as not to provoke them. Then a fight broke out. Twixel took pity on the shorter enderman and, drawing his iron sword, rushed into battle. Having won, he looked at the clawed man (let's pretend the enderman had them) in the shoulder and, without wasting a moment, grabbed his arm, dragging him along. Soon, having reached his temporary base, Twixel, trying not to look at the enderman, pulled out bandages and his spare cape from his inventory. After wrapping the enderman and bandaging his shoulder, Twixel smiled kindly and decided that this unfortunate fellow could be turned into a full-fledged player, but first he needed to come up with a name... Without thinking, Twixel decided to call him "Mob," since he really was a mob. Twixel sat down next to the guy and, wagging his demonic tail, smiled playfully.

—"Well, Mob, I hope I can make you a full-fledged player, all that's left is.... Teaching you everything from scratch..."

The mob blinked its eyes and just growled like an Enderman.